Yep, yep, get old boys, it's back and reloaded.

All in your mouth, yeah, now deep throat it.

This is for the streets, the real, the railroaded, the disenfranchised, the truth escaped

goate.

And they ain't know it, we speak the truth, so they quoted, because we wrote it, the north-south is cold,

because the GV, not even keeping your head bobbing. It ain't no stopping.

And wants the beat drops in.

Violins, the system is so corrupt.

They throw the rock hot their hands

and then blame it on us.

The G.

B.

Don't get twisted.

On cold and we ain't dancing

for no buttermilk biscuits.

It's Willie D. Y'all.

Scarface is in the building.

Collectively, we are the ghetto boys.

Reloaded.

You tuned in to ghetto boys reloaded.

Now, why do we call it reloaded?

Damn.

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